Mute

Frank's pov*

Gerard finishes speaking abruptly, and runs from the bathroom. I begin to stand up just as the door closes. I'll likely never catch him before Jason manages to find him.
I run down the corridor, hoping I take the same hallways that Gerard had taken.
I round a corner. Just my luck.
Jason looms over Gerard, who is on the floor with his knees tucked into his chest.
"Answer me mute!" Jason hisses. Then he notices me. Fuck.
I spin around, but his little "minions" have already showed up. How the fuck do they do that? Show up the minute he thinks about it! How?!?!
The taller of the two (not to mention he's also the pudgier one of the two) grabs my left arm and twists it behind me back. I howl out in pain.
"Looks like your little friend can't save you now," Jason spits in Gerard's face.
I try to break free, to defend the boy, but to no avail.
"Stop!" I struggle to break free of tubby's grasp.
I hand clasps over my mouth, to which I bite down. A scream erupts, the sound of Gerard whimpering, and the sound of my mangled pants.
"You little fucker!" I'm shoved face-first into the floor.
I look up at Jason, who is now towering over me. He flips me over onto my back. His foot slams down on my chest.
I throw my head back, trying to at most knock myself out to make the pain stop. No such thing seems to be happening.
"Why do you do this?" I feel tears slip down my cheeks. Jason cackles.
"You're a fag. Simple enough," he laughs. His buddies snicker.
"Even if I were, who are you to put your thoughts into it?!" I screech as his foot slams down on my chest again. I loose my breath and wheeze for a moment before he speaks.
"Lemme guess. You two are fuck buddies?" The smaller of the two minions giggles wildly.
"I don't give a fuck if we were!" I growl. "It's not your business!"
Jason kicks my side roughly.
"Listen, faggot, don't disrespect any of us," Jason gets in my face. I lift myself to my elbows and watch them walk away down the lonely hall as we hear people coming back from lunch. I look over at Gerard. He is crying. Not quietly, I might add.
"Are you okay?" I hold out my hand to help him up.
He makes no eye contact and just gets up on his own.
"Are you okay?" I repeat.
Nothing.
I grab his shoulder, a little too roughly. He looks at me with terrified eyes.
"Are you okay?"
He shakes his head, tears running down his perfect- Er, I mean innocent? Yeah... Innocent face.
I grab his hand, but he nearly falls.
He looks at me with confusion as he and I near my locker. I pull out my bag and sling it over my left shoulder.
"You and I are going home," I say horsely. He looks weak, like he can't walk too far. And I'm right. I can tell that he can't do much by the way he has a slight limp.
"Do you want me to... Um... I dunno... Carry you?.. Well... Not carry you, but like, help you?...," I ask. He nods slowly.
I walk us out side and put his arm around my shoulder and my arm underneath his. I walk us hone, slowly but surely.
Next time Jason, or anyone at all, touches Gerard, I'm gonna do some damage.

Notes

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